How to be a hero with Crispy Skin Cure

Fiona pushed open the door of her room, but like any door, she stepped into another space.

Bruce saw himself lying on the hospital bed, but this was not his Batcave.

That's right, he thought, Fiona doesn't know where the entrance is, and hasn't been there.

The decoration here is very modern and technological. Bruce noticed that there was a logo that was flashing, but it was blurred in his vision.

Look at the outline, is it... a capital A?

It is very possible that this is where Fiona has an impression in the reality of another world.

It seems that the identity of the caregiver Caroline found for her is not simple.

These are not common equipment in hospitals.

Little Fiona lunged at the badly wounded Batman. "He" was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to move. The face revealed by taking off the mask was extremely pale, with deep red blood oozing from the black outer armor.

Judging by the situation, he was already dying.

It should be Fiona who wants to save herself, and Bruce thinks about the next plot direction.

Sure enough, just as he expected, Fiona anxiously issued a white light from her hand, and then his body quickly recovered as if special effects had been applied to it.

Batman, who was about to die just now, was full of blood with one click. He slowly sat up straight, and hugged Fiona tightly with tears in his eyes.

"Father, are you feeling better?"

Little Fiona wrapped her arms firmly around Batman's neck, and leaned closer to cling to him, not caring that the still-dried blood on his armor stained her nightdress.

this stupid kid...

Bruce patted her head, feeling that she had carefully put together the broken heart piece by piece.Then use her filial piety and care to stick to it, and it can still be used.

The Batman holding her is a gentle and considerate father.He would respond to little Fiona with a smile, listen to her rambling about what she ate for three meals a day, and listen patiently to all the trivial things she shared about life.

When he heard that Rhea, Fiona's classmate, got her father's kiss every day, he immediately added one too.

Batman doesn't just listen, he talks too.He will tell Fiona what troubles the night watch encountered today and how he solved them one by one.

Those are things that are impossible to happen in reality. Although they are already the type that can scare children to tears, compared with the real crimes of Gotham, they are like the tip of the iceberg.

Bruce shook his head, feeling his daughter's innocence.

His Fiona still has no idea of ​​the real danger in the world.

Just seeing their father and daughter tightly dependent on each other, he felt relieved and sad at the same time.

In her dream, Fiona finally got the company and love she wanted.

But this is in a dream.

Like that, kissing her every night and listening to her talk, is it really so difficult for me?

He thought Fiona was still in a psychological shadow and couldn't extricate herself, unwilling to accept their care, but in fact she recovered very early.

She longed for his approach, but he didn't know until now.

"Father, you have to take good care of yourself."

Little Fiona let go of her hand, and the scene here was gradually collapsing.

Batman's figure quickly faded away, flying in the air like dust, and soon disappeared.

"Fiona—"

Bruce called her name, "Fiona, I'm here. Can you hear me?"

She couldn't hear, and her figure was gradually fading away.

Does he have to wait for the next scene again?

Bruce reluctantly reached out to grab her.

"Fiona!"

"Fiona Wayne!"

At the last call of her full name, she finally raised her head ignorantly.

Fiona Wayne, are you calling her?

Obviously this is the name she has used for more than ten years, but it seems that it has not been mentioned for a long, long time.

"Father?" Fiona tilted her head to look at him, "Maybe I'm really dreaming."

Little Fiona was gone.What appeared in front of Bruce now was the 14-year-old Fiona he remembered.

No, it's still a little different.His daughter would never wear a pink dress with so many complicated designs, she likes simple clothes.

"Fiona..." Bruce opened his arms slightly, "I'm here, I'm here for you."

He got her swooping hug.

Like little Fiona, who will cling to the father of her dreams.

"I'm late."

Her little head was buried in his chest, and Bruce knew she was sobbing.

He patted her on the back distressedly.His child, Fiona, whom he was most worried about, had suffered a lot of grievances elsewhere.

How can you cry so hard.

"Ugh-"

Fiona's tears flowed from her eyes like a flood from a sluice.Her body was shaking, and Bruce was worried that she might cry out of breath.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Bruce leaned in and kissed her forehead, "Fiona, I'm actually, I—"

"I miss you so much, Father, I miss you very, very much."

In the end it was Fiona who said the words first, in a slurred cry.

"And Alfred, and Dick and Tim, woo, and, and Jason. Actually misses Damian too, even though he sure doesn't miss me."

His silly girl.

How can he not be moved by such vented thoughts.

Bruce's nose was sore: "Damian is thinking of you too, I promise."

"And Jason, he—"

He was about to tell Fiona that Jason had come back to life.As long as they bring her home, they can be reunited again.

But the dream world constructed by her suddenly trembled violently.

"Feifei, what's wrong with you?"

Someone is waking her up.Perhaps, Fiona, who was crying in the dream, also brought her tears to reality, attracting the attention of others.

Bruce felt a little familiar with this voice.

It was Fiona's first dream, the officer blocking his way!

She was most likely going to wake up soon.Bruce had to prepare for the worst, and he might not have the chance to see her again.

"Fiona, tell me, where are you?"

It was too late to talk to her about other things, Bruce just wanted to get her specific information first.

Fiona who was questioned was in a state of confusion.She didn't want to wake up so soon, she still wanted to stay with her father for a while, but the voice from reality was forcing her to end all this as soon as possible.

It was as if her consciousness had split into two little people, and the left and right sides were pulling her in opposite directions.

"I'm here, New York."

She had to answer Bruce's question.

"With Tony, no. With my father."

To the outside world, Tony is her father, and Stark is her surname, and she remembers it very well.

Although Caroline's younger brother had told him about this, Bruce still felt very uncomfortable when he heard Fiona address someone like that.

Who is that Tony guy, and is he that good?

Fiona changed her tune so quickly.Even in front of him.

She just needs a guardian, she's not yet of age.

Bruce quickly found a good reason for her to get himself out of the lost emotion.

There is nothing else about him.Even though he hid the locator and the miniature energy receiving device in his pocket, those things did not enter the dream with his spiritual body.

He tried to unbutton a shirt, trying to hand it to Fiona.

Even if Fiona couldn't find him with this, at least she had to know that he really came.

But he failed.Her body was no longer palpable, and her face became increasingly blurred.

"Feifei, don't cry, I'm here."

It was the man's voice again.

Is this the caregiver named Tony?

Bruce doesn't want to acknowledge the word adoption.He is Fiona's guardian, and he can obviously continue to perform his duties. As for the officer in Fiona's dream——

Just temporarily trouble him to take care of Fiona for a while.

"Are you safe?" Bruce demanded. "What era are you living in?"

Fiona's expression became blank, and Bruce wasn't sure if her consciousness was still in a dream.

"Safety."

Her voice sounded more and more floating, "They... treat me very well... It's the 21st century..."

There was a crack in the space under Bruce's feet, and her dream was really about to wake up.

"Feifei, Feifei..."

Stop calling it that!

Bruce felt depressed.For the other party's nickname so close, for Fiona's father, and the meeting time they were forced to end at this moment.

"Father." Fiona reached out her hand and tapped on his shoulder, "Here, you were... injured before..."

She still remembers.

But she can't touch him anymore.

Fiona's expression became visibly disappointed.

"It's okay, Fiona, there will be opportunities in the future."

Bruce cupped her cheek, unable to wipe her tears away without any physical contact.

"Take care of yourself, wait for me, wait for me to take you home. No matter what happens, protect yourself first."

"I want to see you well, Fiona, promise me."

She seemed to be saying something.

"Father, I'm dead...it's good to see you again..."

"So you haven't forgotten me, that's enough..."

Of course not, and it will never be forgotten.

Bruce choked out, "My boy, I—"

Fiona smiled at him.

Her figure turned into specks of starlight and dissipated on the spot.

"I love you."

His salvation, his love.

They are one step too late.

-

new York.

Fiona opened her eyes, feeling uncomfortable with the tears on her face.

Strange, why she cried in the dream.

Steve didn't know when he sat next to her bed, and after seeing her wake up, his nervous expression eased a lot.

"VIS? It detected something abnormal in your heartbeat, so I'll come in and take a look."

He gently pushed back the broken hair on her forehead, "Sorry, I didn't get your consent first."

Fiona shook her head slightly: "It's okay."

When she spoke, she realized that she was still crying and her voice was hoarse.

Steve was still a little worried: "Is it a nightmare? It's because of the bad comments on the Internet... Feifei, don't take those people to heart. They don't necessarily want to know the truth, they are just venting their emotions."

"I'm not for those things."

Fiona smeared her face carelessly, "Looks like I had a really good dream, but I don't quite remember it."

V?I?S?'s voice sounded: "Miss Fiona, don't worry. It's normal for people to forget the content of dreams after waking up."

yes……

But she felt empty inside.

She doesn't want to forget.